Page 135 of Librarian

Something in my chest loosens, but I don’t pause to analyse it. I let go of her neck, allowing her torso to fall back over the open air as I grab her hips and thrust inside her.

Kyrith screams, the sound half-pleasure, half-shock as her hands reach for mine like she can claw her way back up using my body as a ladder.

She doesn’t need to. The scrap burns to ashes between my fingers, a hover spell holding her in mid-air as I let go and bury myself into her over and over again. I’m not gentle. I don’t have that kind of finesse in me right now. She’s scorching, wrapping around me like she was made for me. Maybe she was.

“Pierce,” Kyrith scolds, but it’s a breathless, pleasure-kissed sound. “Oh, magic. Harder. Please.”

Her hands release my arms, one going to the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss as her other fights the fabric trapped between us to play with her clit.

Every touch makes her pussy clench, strangling my dick. My rhythm stutters, but I force back the ecstasy trying to streak down my spine. I’m not about to come before she does.

My forehead drops to the valley of Kyrith’s breasts, and I dart my tongue out to taste the salt at her neckline. The angle of my thrusts changes, and she arches against the magic holding her up, her startled scream bouncing off the dome above.

Movement below catches my eye, and I grin at Dakari leaning against the desk, watching. Lifting a scarred brow, he cocks his head to one side and makes a slight twirling motion with his finger.

Voyeurs aren’t supposed to be so demanding. Luckily, I’m in an obliging mood.

Pulling out with a smirk, I turn Kyrith until the marble banister presses into her stomach, flip her skirt back up, andplunge into her again. The hover spell fades away, unnecessary now that she has her feet on the floor. Like this, Dakari can watch her tits threaten to escape her corset with every thrust. One of these days, when I’ve fucked this urgent craving out of my system, I’ll have the patience to fully undress our Librarian and worship her properly.

I don’t see it happening soon. My self-control is lacking where she’s concerned.

Kyrith gasps as she notices our quiet watcher, and I drive into her faster in response.

Her head drops, a whine escaping as she returns to staring at the other man.

That won’t do. I want all of her attention on what I’m doing.

I palm her ass with both hands and squeeze, running my thumb up to massage the ring of muscle winking at me. The distraction causes my thrusts to slow, but I barely notice. Her shocked little gasp fades into a surprised moan as I dip my thumb inside to the first knuckle, then retreat, only to nudge forward again in counterpoint with my cock.

That’s all it takes.

Kyrith’s cry reverberates around the Rotunda. Her pussy flutters, ass tightening around my thumb as she breaks apart in my arms. My balls draw up, threatening to revolt, and I curse under my breath, going still as I fight the urge to climax.

Not yet. I want to enjoy her a little more first.

Despite her orgasm, she remains tense, her eyes searching me out.

Unsure. Almost…nervous.

To test my suspicion, I wiggle my thumb again, watching as Kyrith’s brows furrow and her pupils blow wide.

She’s new to this. How? She’s had the other four making her scream almost nightly for weeks now. Are they seriously that unimaginative?

The pages of my grimoire flicker beside me in response to my thoughts.

“Has anyone played with you here?”

She shakes her head. “We’ve dabbled, but…not much.”

I tut under my breath. “Do you want to try?”

Kyrith nods so fast that it makes me smile. Her hand dips to the pages of the book still holstered at her hip, and a bottle of lube appears beside us.

Her eagerness is a strange combination of erotic and adorable.

“A little cold, darling.”

The cap pops loudly in the open space, followed by a rustle of paper that makes me glance down.